And the dragon fell. It arched backward as its wing stopped flapping to keep it airborne and death overcame it. Its beautiful, rainbow tinted scales seemed to gain more lustre and became more beautiful at the creature's higher brain functions failed.

The brave young man lay down his sword and muttered about the beast before him. He was tall, well built and possessed rugged good looks. His dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. And his blue eyes sparkled with twisted satisfaction as he lay a hand on the creature’s back. He smiled. “Where’s the next one?” he asked.